Natalia turned to face him, propping herself up on one elbow. Her hair was a mess, her makeup slightly smudged, but somehow, she looked even more beautiful than before. "You know," she said, tracing lazy patterns on his chest with her finger, "when I saw you at first, I never would have guessed you'd be such a wild man in bed."
He laughed, catching her hand and bringing it to his lips. "What can I say? I'm full of surprises." "Clearly," she agreed with a wicked smile. "Though I have to wonder... where did you learn all those moves? You some kind of secret sex guru or something?" "Yeah, right. More like years of trial and error." "Whatever the reason, it's certainly paid off. That was some of the best sex I've had in a long time." "Oh, I'm not finished with you yet," he said, pulling her closer. She raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think I'll stick around for an encore?" He grinned, his hand tracing lazy circles on her hip. "Call it a hunch. Plus,Jackson lay awake, staring at the ornate ceiling of the hotel suite. The room was bathed in a soft, ethereal glow from the city lights filtering through the sheer curtains. Natalia slept peacefully in his arms, her warm, bare skin pressed against his. He couldn't help but marvel at his life's surreal turn. Just weeks ago, he was a nobody, scraping paycheck to paycheck. Now, he was in a luxurious hotel suite with a stunning woman in his bed. It felt like a dream he feared waking up from at any moment. Natalia stirred slightly, mumbling something incomprehensible in her sleep. Jackson smiled, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. She truly was breathtaking, even in slumber. As if on cue, Quantum Quill's voice chimed in his head. "Well done, darling. You've managed to charm your way through all of today's tasks. I must say, I'm impressed." "Gee, thanks. I live for your approval." "Sarcasm doesn't suit you, darling. But I'll let it slide this time. Your reward will be c
Jackson's eyes fluttered open, squinting against the bright sunlight streaming through the hotel room's curtains. He groaned, his head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. The previous night's events swirled in his mind, a hazy mix of champagne, laughter, and Natalia's intoxicating presence. He rolled over, half-expecting to find an empty bed. Instead, his eyes widened at the sight of Natalia sitting on the edge of the mattress, her bare back and the curve of her ass catching his full attention. "Good morning," he managed, his voice still gravelly with sleep. She turned, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Well, hello there, Sleeping Beauty. I was starting to think I'd have to kiss you awake." "Damn, I should've kept my eyes closed a bit longer." "Missed opportunity," she teased, leaning back on her elbows. The sheet slipped lower, revealing more of her curves. His eyes wandered appreciatively before meeting her gaze. "How long have you been up?" "Oh, just a few minut
His eyebrows shot up. "Oh really? I thought I was special." She laughed. "Relax, I'm kidding. This weekend sounds perfect. Don't disappoint me, or I might have to start looking for those other men." "Challenge accepted," he grinned, feeling a surge of excitement. "I'll make sure it's a night you won't forget." "Alright, alright. I'll agree to this date of yours," she said playfully, with a hint of genuine interest. "But it better be good. I'm not easily impressed, you know." "Oh, I'm not worried. In fact, I'm sure you'll be begging for a second date before the night is over." "We'll see about that after the first date. No need to get ahead of ourselves." She glanced at her watch, then back at Jackson. "I should probably get your contact info. Got a business card?" His face fell slightly. "Ah, damn. I didn't bring any with me. I left them all in my other pants, the ones without champagne stains." "How about your phone then? I can just enter my numbe
Natalia blinked a few times as if coming out of a daze. "Well," she said, her voice husky. "That was... unexpected." "Good unexpected or bad unexpected?" "Hmm, not bad. For a guy who just woke up with morning breath." He grinned, his ego suitably stroked. "Not bad, huh? I'll take that as a compliment." "Don't let it go to your head," she retorted, but her flushed cheeks betrayed her. His hands still resting on her hips, he raised an eyebrow suggestively. "We could always continue where we left off last night. I'm sure your clients wouldn't mind waiting a little longer." She laughed, gently extricating herself from his grasp. "Nice try. But I'm afraid that ship has sailed... for now." She smoothed down her dress, which had ridden up during their impromptu make-out session. "You'll just have to wait until after our first date. Consider it motivation to make it spectacular." "Tease," he pouted, flopping back dramatically onto the bed. "Oh, p
Natalia closed the door behind her, the soft click echoing in the empty hallway. She took a deep breath, inhaling the lingering scent of Jackson's cologne that clung to her skin. Her lips curved into a mischievous smile as she remembered their passionate night together. She took a few steps down the hall, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Suddenly, she paused, glancing back at the door. A part of her itched to turn around, burst into the room, and jump Jackson's bones for one last romp before work. Her hand twitched, reaching for the doorknob. "No, no, no," she muttered, shaking her head. "You've got work to do." With a sigh of regret, she forced herself to keep walking. Still, she couldn't help but imagine what might have happened if Jackson had chased after her. She pictured him flinging open the door, his hair adorably mussed, eyes dark with desire as he pulled her into a searing kiss. She shook her head, trying to clear the tantalizing image from her mind. Then, a
Jackson's sleek car purred through the city streets, its glossy black exterior reflecting the neon lights of downtown. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard: 7:55 PM. Perfect timing. He pulled up to the valet stand. The valet's eyes widened at the sight of Jackson's car, probably wondering if he should ask for a tip or an autograph. "Easy on the clutch, kid," Jackson said, tossing the keys. "She bites." The valet nodded, a mix of awe and nervousness on his face as he slid into the driver's seat. Jackson straightened his tie and strode into the restaurant, the scent of money and power hanging thick in the air. The maître d' approached, all smiles and obsequiousness. "Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?" "Jackson. Table for two." Recognition flashed in the man's eyes. "Ah, yes. Right this way, Mr. Jackson." He followed the maître d' through a sea of white tablecloths and crystal glasses. The restaurant hummed with the low murmur of important conversations and the cli
Jackson watched as Gabriella cut into her steak, the knife gliding effortlessly through the tender meat. She brought a small piece to her lips, closing her eyes as she savored the flavor. A soft moan of appreciation escaped her, sending a jolt of electricity through Jackson's body. "Divine," she murmured, her eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. "You should try yours before it gets cold." He cleared his throat, suddenly aware of how dry his mouth had become. "Right, of course." He cut into his steak and noticed Gabriella's eyes followed his movements. Her gaze lingered on his hands, then trailed up his arms to his broad shoulders. "You know," he teased softly, "if you keep looking at me like that, I might start to think you have ulterior motives." "Maybe I do. You might find out if you play your cards right." He chuckled, cutting another piece of steak. "Well, I'm always up for a game."They stepped out of the restaurant into the cool night air
Gabriella turned and began walking towards a sleek black sports car parked nearby. Jackson followed, admiring how her dress clung to her curves with every step. The valet handed Gabriella the keys without a word, clearly used to her commanding presence. He slipped into the passenger seat, the leather interior cool against his skin. She slid behind the wheel, her movements fluid and graceful. She started the engine with a roar, and they sped off into the night. He stole glances at Gabriella as they drove through the city. The way her hands gripped the steering wheel with confidence, the determined set of her jaw – everything about her exuded power and control. "So," he said after a few moments of silence, "how does someone like you end up in this line of work?" She laughed softly. "That's a long story. Let's just say I enjoy living on the edge." "I can see that," he replied, smirking. "And you do it very well." They approached a tall, modern building wit